at 86 it wasn't considered extreme
her life was colorful artful in fashion and exquisite
with really good friends and food
she fed the Warhol brood
in her loft apartment
she lent
Mapplethorpe encouragement in New York City
she was a rare English beauty
and silent lover
lived her life proudly without unnecessary cover
worked for Vogue magazine where she was often seen
writing long lines for columns
she moved to France to dance
to write her memoirs in her golden hours
when she died
high society sighed
in Provence, she was buried
in rhythm and completely unhurried.
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